It was a week later, Monday evening, and Jordan was heading home. He found he was smiling; he was looking forward to his time at home for once. His insatiable sister, Treena, was away all week on a school trip and had had to leave at 7am that morning. She had been too busy even the night before to attack him and he was enjoying the brief respite from her sexual demands. It also meant for the next 5 days at least his other self shouldn't make an appearance, giving his exhausted body some well deserved rest.
When he got in, his mother was out, so he fixed himself some dinner and went into the lounge to watch TV. He woke with a start at the sound of the front door opening, realising he had fallen asleep in front of the TV. He glanced at the clock; geez, 1am. He turned sleepily towards the hall door as his mother appeared. She leant heavily with her back against the door frame, stilettos in one hand the other pressed to her forehead, eyes closed. She let out a moan of tiredness that still managed to sound sexy. It was obvious to Jordan that she was a little worse for drink.
Laura suddenly seemed to realise she was being watched. Her head turned in the direction of the sofa before her eyes slowly opened to see Jordan sprawled on the couch, staring at her. She smiled when, after a few moments, she finally recognised him. She lurched away from the door and moved carefully towards him.
"Well, good evening, Handsome Boy," she said, using the nickname she had labelled him with the day he arrived.
Jordan smiled back. He was admiring his mother's figure in the little black dress she wore. It was rather short and hugged her breasts and hips, leaving very little to the imagination.
"Good evening to you, too, Mum," he said as he dragged himself into a sitting position.
She flopped onto the sofa beside him, resting her shoes between them. Jordan had a momentary glance of something tucked inside the toe of one, which he was certain was her knickers.
"A good time was it?" He asked with a grin.
"Very good time," she smiled with her eyes closed.
They sat for a while and Jordan was just thinking she had nodded off when she sat up, turning just her torso and leaning towards him, resting on her hands. Her beautiful face was inches from his and the extreme low cut of her dress meant he had an exceptional view of her braless cleavage. His heart skipped a few beats as his blood began to race; he had found his mother just as if not more attractive than his sister since they'd met. He could also smell the alcohol on her breath. Unlike the stale beer reek that came from men hers smelled of strawberries, vodka and liquorice; Jordan liked it.
"Handsome Boy, do your mum a favour and help her to her bed?"
"Of course, Mum," he stuttered.
She smiled and leant forward to kiss him. Jordan expected the usual peck on the cheek so he was shocked when her lips met his and she held the kiss for more than a quick peck. His mind tried to cloud but he was saved when she pulled away, patted his knee and told him he was such a good son.
He helped her up and then half assisted, half carried her up the stairs. They reached the far door on the landing and he helped her to the bed. Her nightshirt was already lying on the bed waiting for her so he made sure she was aware enough to change herself before saying good night, and slipping out onto the landing. He leant with his head pressed to her closed door and took several deep breaths to calm his nerves. He dismissed the kiss as being down to the drink and her lack of co-ordination and went back down stairs to turn everything off and lock up for the night.
Once in his room he stripped off and climbed into bed, too hot and flustered to bother with pyjamas.
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"RISE AND SHINE MY SON!"
Jordan opened one sleepy eye to see his mother standing in the door way to his attic room. From what he could see she was dressed in just a short silk dressing gown and the same knee high black stockings she had had on the night before. He moaned and rolled over.
"Hey, now, that's no way to greet your mother when she personally comes to wake you up so you wont miss University because someone didn't set an alarm."
Laura said this as she moved to his window and pulled up the blind. Jordan moaned again when the bright light hit his face and rolled back the other way to look at his clock. Crap, his mum was right he would have been late if she hadn't come to get him. He had come to realise over the last four months that no matter how drunk she was the night before, his mother never got a hangover and was always on the ball the next day.
He suddenly felt her take hold of the bottom of his duvet. That brought him wide awake; he knew he naked and what was worse he had morning wood!
"Up, NOW!" She cried as she wrenched the covers off him.
Jordan's cheeks flared red and he quickly curled up on the bed. Laura seemed frozen, looking a little confused. She suddenly recovered and dropped the quilt, half heartedly covering her eyes with one hand, laughing nervously.
"Oh, Jordan, I didn't know, I'm sorry," she apologised even as she laughed, backing out of the room, "I'll go get breakfast ready."
Jordan simply lay there. He could have sworn she paused for one last look before she closed the door. When he heard her safely downstairs, he uncurled and lay flat on his back, heart racing. He laughed suddenly, seeing the funny side of it. It was just one of those things. Shaking his head, he got up to get ready.
As he entered the kitchen, he had a minor de ja vu incident with his mother stood at the oven, wearing very little, just like the other week after ... well that morning. She turned to him just as before and smiled, if a little sheepishly.
"Good morning, Son," she said in too high a pitch.
"Good morning, Mum," he said, perfectly normally and moved to sit at the table.
Laura seemed to relax when he played it cool and started dishing up his breakfast as normal. She brought the plate to him and sat across from him, head in her hands a wistful smile upon her lips. Jordan found it a little strange that she was watching him but he quickly tucked in to another perfect Laura Monnis Breakfast.
"Is it good, Jordan?"
"Mmm, 'ery gum," Jordan smiled, his mouth full.
Jordan ate in silence for awhile, staring at his plate thinking about how Treena was getting on and that despite himself, he missed her. He suddenly looked up when he got the feeling his mother's stare had intensified.
"Baaah!" he gasped.
Her face was inches from his as she was kneeling on the table, her chest tucked against her thighs.
'Scared me half to death,' he thought as he regained his composure.
"Is something wrong, hunny? You look distracted."
'Gee, Mum, your kneeling on the dining table and I can see your great cleavage again due to how flimsy your gown is, why would I be distracted?' he thought.
"No ... no nothings wrong, just ... thinking of Treena."
"Of course," she said with a knowing smile.
Jordan was puzzled. That remark could mean several things and he didn't like the idea of most of them. Laura slipped off the table, and moved to stand behind him. She lay her hands on either side of his neck and began to massage his tense shoulders. Jordan slumped a little at how good it felt, then he realised what his mother was doing and tried to pull away. She simply pulled back into his seat and continued to massage him. He was nervous at first but he couldn't help himself, he soon relaxed back, his head leaning against her stomach as he enjoyed the feeling.
